This is a nice, easy-going devotional type book, focused on how we, as women, get wore out, burnt out, tired, and feel like like giving up.

It’s so easy to get too tired to pray. We often get to the point of being “too busy” to sit down and study. This book is full of encouragement to reassess our time. Look at our priorities. Make Jesus your highest need.

Written by Joanna Weaver, and full of beatiful stories, I can fully recommend this book!

As a preacher, I have used several stories and circumstances from this book in messages I have preached.

If you are looking for a light-hearted book to stir your hunger for God, this is it!

Lying in bed, reading all of the great blogs from some of my favorites, and I am so stirred. Words, well, they are my high! It makes my heart speed in anticipation when I read that piece that is so poetic, yet practical, it makes you sigh in smiles!

I can’t wait for the day, (maybe someday near, or very very far) that my words may give others that euphoric shine in their soul. Like blazing down a hill on your bicycle when your ten. Like your first kiss at 12. Like your first dance at 16. Those special blazing smiles that stay with you forever.

So I am lying here, dreaming like a schoolgirl, of someday when I grow up, and what I want to be. Shhhhh. . . A secret? I read and I write. I have a passion for words. What is your passion?

I never dreamed a life like this
Honor roll, scholarships, and potential were my game
I would go places, be someone, have achievements
Never miss a day, do your best, always work hard
I was trained from a child to succeed in life

But now, I sit
I don’t have the job I dreamed of
I have never been to the places abroad
I love my life, but it differs from what I dreamed
I am Mom

I help get snacks and pour sippy cups
I dance in the rain and argue over food
I am tired at night, and still in the morning

I dreamed of so much more
But I got the most
Now I train THEM to aspire to greatness
Now I build their dreams and hold their hands

Now I wonder. . .
The one who birthed dreams in my heart
The one who showed me love and taught me to work hard
What was HER dream?
I may never know.

Where is the moon? Mommy I can’t see the moon! The little boy wails as he screams his concern, I can’t find the moon!

It’s there my sweet boy. Just don’t you forget. No matter where you go, or where you went. It may be hiding, but it’s there all the same.

Trust what you know. Believe what you’ve seen. It’s there every evening, just sometimes, it can’t be seen. But it’s there all the same.

Clouds may hang low, and hide the view. Things blur the focus, and hide the meaning. Stuff gets in the way. But it’s there all the same.

Later in life, it’s not the moon you can’t see. There’s people, and places, and circumstances, all that catch your eye. Yet just like the moon, sometimes you doubt, because you can’t see what you know. Just remember, it’s there all the same!